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Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: CUNTHIA’S CHARM 3
Published: 18.10.2024
Story Codes: Young Ones, Abuse, Snuff
Synopsis: Alan and Cunthia had met in college, shared an interest in abnormal sex, and after marriage, developed friendships with people who were also interested in pushing their sexual boundaries. He became incredibly wealthy and developed an interest in little girls. She became known as Cunthia and became jealous of his fancy for fucking little girls. He divorced her when they were both fifty-two, bought her a home on the far side of the county in LA, and left her to pursue her interests. She did exactly that, in spades. She moved from wild parties to joining a group that held sessions with dire outcomes, and attended secret club shows where the outcome for a naked beauty, from twenty-five down to age seven, was a violent entertainment killing. She thought she had died and gone to Heaven, although it much more resembled Hell.
Cunthia’s Charm 3
An hour later Cunthia came back, her face glowing as her perpetual orgasm persisted. She was floating in a state of sexual ecstasy. She was wearing a red floor-length cape complete with a hood. She threw it open as she entered, showing the clerk she was no longer wearing the clothes she had on when she had left.
Instead, she wore an extremely tight black leather girdle that was three sizes too small for her, covered nothing much of b but lifted her breasts, displayed her navel and bare pubic mound, and wore fabulous spike-heeled leather boots that came above her knees where they flared.
Above that was her fabulous bare groin and open vagina, engorged because of the constant vibration of the clip vibrating on the base of her clitoris. The clerk knew this mature bitch was going to be worth a lot to her if she was judicious in how and to whom she introduced the beautiful, outrageous cunt.
“Well don’t you look fancy!” the clerk proclaimed, “And very sexy! What a beautifully presented organ you have!”
Her eyes were glued to the flared, sex-bloated cunt of the shameless woman who had returned to her shop.
“We’re expecting some exciting new novelties in the next day or so, and if you leave me your phone number, I’ll give you a call as soon as they arrive.”
She had something quite different in mind. This was one of the top shops in all of LA for novelty, kinky adult items, and it attracted some very interesting people with unusual tastes, drives, fetishes, and wishes. She had met them all and had a good handle on what turned them on. Most of them would want to meet this woman she told them about.
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There were perhaps thirty people at the cocktail party at the luxurious Hillsborough Boutique Hotel, and Inn located in a particularly upscale shopping street in Beverly Hills. The clerk at the adult shop she had visited the previous week had called her, telling her there was to be a gathering of people with interests similar to hers, and she was invited.
Cunthia had been a bit dubious at first, but remembered the clerk had led her in the right direction in the love bud stimulator she wore almost always, and had suggested the lingerie shop where she had found the outrageous costumes she had bought and worn around the house. She had been back twice and had bought some remarkable outfits.
She believed she had exactly what they would expect her to wear to the party. The clerk had told her with a naughty grin that she should wear her cape, and underneath it, everything was game, including, as the clerk knew others would do, exposing everything.
This was to be an adult party, she was told, and the people appreciated the highly sexual nature of the human body. She would be among the younger adults present, there would also be some not adults, and she would likely feel right at home with the crowd. Cunthia was in.
The woman who greeted her at the entrance of the hotel’s ballroom wore a tight leather collar that had a foot-wide strip of firm leather down across her tummy to a broad belt worn low on her hips. There was a similar broad strip of leather down the back that was also attached to the belt.
The panel in front pressed her large breasts wide apart to under her arms but did not cover them. Knowing what to expect, Cunthia had worn a turtle neck sweater that came right up to her jawline, but the bottom lay across the top of her huge breasts, covering nothing.
She wore a short skirt from a low belt, that had four-inch panels missing in front, back, and both sides, leaving her buttocks crack, her vagina, and both hips fully exposed. This was one of the hottest items she had seen in the store window, but there had been much more available.
All of the men wore a dinner jacket with tails, a broad leather belt low on their hips but none wore any pants. Like the women, their groins had been cleaned with a Brazilian wax job, and their full scrotums swung below erect raging erections. It looked like their naked erect cocks were on steroids. Cunthia believed she had died and gone to heaven. This was her kind of group.
Around the small ballroom, people were sipping cocktails, and more than a few couples were hooked up while standing. Without introducing himself, a man moved in close behind Cunthia, pressed the head of his erection between her buttocks, found her rectum, and engaged in full anal coitus with her while his hands gripped her breasts.
“You have a beautiful back,” he said, “Thank you for showing it to us. You also have a lovely tight rectum.”
She took this as a compliment. Her clit stimulator was fully active, and she was in a state of constant orgasm, which the man believed he could take credit for. She did not disabuse him of that notion. She moaned with each thrust.
As the man took his liberties with her sexually, a pretty nude fourteen-year-old girl in spike heels with large breasts and a baby face asked her if she’d like a drink. The girl carried a tray of Gibsons and Manhattans, and Cunthia took one. At first, it was tricky to not spill it with the man humping into her rectum, but she got the hang of it and enjoyed her drink.
He was still ejaculating when he pulled abruptly out of her, splashing her bare buttocks with semen as a parting gift. Throughout the evening she fucked half a dozen men, mostly while standing, although a couple of them bent her over a couch.
Even those desiring cuntal action mounted her from behind. It was how things were usually done at this party. During a break she visited with some of the women, one of them with a man mounted on her, giving her a powerful butt-fuck, and learned a bit about the group.
They met once a month for a party like this, to introduce new people to their ways, and to let them know about some of their other activities. They had other events at least twice weekly. New inductees were mainly women like herself, who had received a special invitation.
She learned there was a small initiation ritual to be passed to belong to the group of sex addicts, as they called themselves. Toward the end of the evening, two of the naked waitresses in their early teens were allowed to dress and sent home.
Once the chauffeurs had taken them away, the other two girls were strung up with their arms and legs spread. Cunthia and five other women new to the group were invited to take part in the initiation. She had no idea what was involved but saw one of the men produce a set of whips.
“Why are they strung up like that with their arms and legs spread?” one of the new women asked, “They’re helpless in that position. Are we supposed to hurt them or something?”
“We certainly hope so,” was the reply, “If you’re in the least worth your salt. This is to test you, not them. We need you to show us what you’re made of.”
With that they were handed the whips, and willingly took turns producing screams from the young girls by lashing them with the long slender buggy whips and riding crops they’d been given. This was proving very interesting. Their penchant for sadism was being measured!
Cunthia had never taken an active part in a whipping before, although she’d seen one when she and Alan had gone with friends to a late-night show bar. and found it to be thrilling. A young woman from the audience had been invited up on stage, stripped naked, bound facing a pole, and whipped.
She had cum several times while she watched the thrashing the shapely girl in her early twenties received, particularly on hearing the naked young girl scream. The man who had whipped her had been merciless and lashed her breasts and vagina as well as her back and buttocks.
Cunthia watched the first woman novice slash at the bare buttocks and small titties of the two naked bound youngsters. She was highly aggressive, and her performance put the other women in the mood. They had to produce shrill screams from the naked youngsters, and they were doing a great job of it.
When her turn came, Cunthia looked for what she could do to add to the discomfort the girls were experiencing. She was going for a new kind of pain that would give her a greater kick, as her vibrator was doing in adding pleasure to the stimulation wielding the whip would give her.
She watched how the girls reacted to each blow on each part of their body, determined by how sensitive they were to the whip. With a sudden inspiration, remembering what she’d seen at that club, Cunthia did the unthinkable and brought her whip up between the spread legs.
The sobbing girl bolted in her bindings as the whip struck her cleanly shaved cunt. This produced the harshest scream yet, and the other women followed her lead. Within minutes the split pubic mounds of both girls were swollen, and both displayed angry welts that began to trickle drops of blood.
These pretty young girls were from a nearby private school, and due to how they were to be treated and what they witnessed, had no idea where they were or who these wicked people were. Before these two girls were bound up, the other two had been returned to the school, with no knowledge of where they had been or who they had served.
Cunthia found this evening at the boutique hotel to be highly satisfying, helped along the way by her constantly vibrating little clit stimulator, keeping her in a perpetual orgasm. She had found a group of people who enjoyed the things she did, thanks to that lovely clerk at the adult toy shop.
THE END OF CHAPTER THREE